When their first batch of tunes had been exhausted, Sara Corsair wanted to start writing new ones. It would be somewhat difficult to get the others in on it, because their only contact was basically the electronic doodad in their head, and their instruments themselves.

That was enough to get Todd to try homing in on her Liberation, with his mood guitar.

"That is utterly the coolest fank thing in the world," Sara giggled, when he rounded the last dark turn to her little asteroid. "I mean, it suits you. It's slinky and sexy and I like that."

Todd grinned widly, and plopped himself down next to the singer. "Well, I can see your pretty little rainbow generator likes me too." He thumbed toward the brightly lit liberation.

"I wonder if they'd mate..." Sara laughed. It almost looked like the instruments were attempting to do just that. "I've got this lyric, and I wonder if you could help get a riff for it?" She said, snuggling down next to the blond haired man.

"Let me see it..." He said, and they were all business for a moment or so. It didn't take more than ten minutes for Todd to work out a good clean riff. When he tested it, Sara indicated it should be a little quicker.

They got the others in on it soon enough, from their own stations. It was a lot easier than Sara thought it would be. Soon, their first song, "Light House" was finished. It was a fairly simple lyric, about the dark outside and the light from the inside shining through. Mike thought it was smarmy crap, but he blew out a tremendously cool sax solo for them just to prove he wasn't being a total asshole.

After this, Sara and Todd sought out the privacy of the asteroids. There was food being beamed into the little mining areas, on a regular basis, so they wouldn't starve or anything. Amenities were plentiful if a little odd - they were made by alien miners, after all. Todd convinced Sara with very little effort to join him out by his own little slice of the dark.

"I'll go, but I'm taking Libby with me." She patted her liberation and Todd grinned.

"Like I'd ask you to leave it?" They grasped hands and wobbled across the darkness of space. It was terrifying to Sara, because she had an old, old fear of heights. But this wasn't so much heights, more like absence of ground entirely. The lack of perspective and distance calmed her somewhat. She turned, and oriented to find where her own little pocket asteroid was, just to make sure it was still there.

"Every time I turn around," She commented, "it's like I can't hardly believe what's happened to us. I was in the middle of an audition, for christ's sake. Sucked up like a cow going for an anal probe..." They worked their way to the farthest edge asteroid, and Todd showed her in.

"I know," he said, "it's not like you believe this stuff is real anyway, but now it's all there, right in front of us. And I just don't think it's some weird experiment either."

"What, like mind control?" Sara laughed. "I don't think so. Way too X Files. This is just so real it hurts..."

"You miss your folks?" Todd said, and Sara grimaced a little.

"I don't have a dad, and my mom was a patent-leather idiot. If it were up to her I'd have been doing tap dancing in Vegas for a living..." Todd snorted and broke into a little cooler he'd asked for. He brought out a beer, and Sara sniffed at it. "This okay for human consumption?"

"I dunno, try it." He grinned, and Sara loved him. He had a grin like the brightest idiot in the world, an idiot who knew his value, which was considerable.

Sara guzzled the drink down, gasped for breath, and belched before she could stop herself. Todd laughed hard, and they spent a while laughing at one another's oddities.

Somewhere along the line, then, after they'd blurted out things they might have regretted if they still had any contact with other people on Earth, they paused long enough to look out at the stars. The asteroid was facing out from the black hole, away from the rest of the grid and the other Solos.

There were two moving objects, shining against the velvet black of the starfield. Moving? That wasn't good!

"What is it?" Sara asked, slightly panicked by the thought that Vocorr was able to find them, or worse? The beer hadn't helped.

Todd and she got the same information from Galactirock, that there were incoming objects. They weren't able to identify them, in fact, Sara felt Ija-Djon (their feline telepathic friend) say something about not even being metal so far as they could tell.

Not metal? Then what? Sara realized that they were not metal - humans without even the slightest hint at a vacc-suit... Yet here they were alive and kicking.

Todd got up and then waved his hand at Sara, and she hastily got up and tried climbing around the beer bottles they'd emptied. She froze when she saw two large creatures. Dragons.

"Well what the hell is this?" Sara asked, but Todd smiled and grasped her hands.

"They have riders," he said, and tossed his head. Sure enough, there were riders upon each of the dragons. One was male, the other female. The male was tall and blue, like his dragon, while the woman was stately and proud looking - and her silver dragon nudged her toward the pair of Solos. The woman's deep crimson cloak fluttered behind her, though there was no wind.

"You were right... How in the world?" Mystic asked, but then just shook her head when the blue man was about to speak. "Never mind. They're perfect. There are more of them but I think we're about out of eggs..." She finally glanced over Todd and Sara more formally, and the pair of dragons nosed their way forward too.

The static in Todd's ear broke his awed silence. 'Todd, what's happening there? We're getting readings we don't understand...' said someone from the ship which was circling just beyond the black hole's range.

"I don't know, but I'm going to find out... This is just too fab..." Todd said, turned to Sara and kissed her deeply. "They've got dragons..."

"I can see that, sweetie," Sara said, turning a little red because they'd never actually gone past first base... "Why are we 'perfect?'"

Todd turned to Mystic, and wagged his eyebrows. "We're gonna find that out too..."

***

When they flew back to the center of the Grid, the others waved and wanted to know what was up, who these people were and all that - but Sara insisted they get their own damn dragon to ride. Laughing, she had no idea what was about to happen next.

They disappeared again, with the strange distance between and not between anywhere they could ever go in a starship. Their ears popped, and Sara wanted to be ill. But she was okay after a moment - and she realized that her eyes were tightly shut against the brightness and warmth of a sun. A real sun, not a star faroff and coldly burning, but a real one right up close. She felt wind on her face, and she cried.

"It's okay," Todd said, when they arrived. "it's okay..." He was saying it to convince himself too, she could tell.

"Do you feel them?" Mystic, the woman with the silver colored dragoness said. Sara looked around, wiped the tears from her eyes, and nodded.

"Dragons. Everywhere. They're quite loud..."

"You can hear them? In your head?" Todd asked, and Sara nodded.

"Not loud like the transmitters --" Sara gasped - "It's down - it's gone -"